confizzling
today was good. everything seemed to go right, i loved all the music they played on the radio in the car, the sushi i ate was noticably better than usual, the ginger ale was more refreshing than usual, the books seemed extra meaningful and everything just seemed more beautiful...i wish i knew why. anyhow, i love planes. they're so underrated. think about it, FLYING is so cool, going THROUGH fluffy gorgeous clouds. i regret not appreciating this more before. the sky is so beautiful. i also wonder why i am even here at my aunt's house for a week and a half. just me and her. my sudden decision to come was random, no logic. nothing but me wanting to escape. and a 7 hour plane ride gives you time to think about things and really why am i here??? what the fuck am i doing???? buh wtfwtf .. it's warm though and warm is good and my aunt's house is vair cool her taste matches mine and i feel very at home. my 7 hour ride also gave me time to read.. i feel like i never take the time to do things i really like anymore so i suppose maybe this trip is for me to have alone time and reconnect.. i dont know really but i'm here for a reason whether i know what it is yet or not and i'm content with that. i sortof wish i was with pals or home or something..my aunt is very intimidating at times and i must adjust. also i'm pretty physically tired but i can't sleep. its 1115 here and i wish i could... life is wierd. bye.